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Hiya!
How dya all like my new lj? It's still not exactly what I'd like but I guess I'll just wait 'till my birthday to get a credit card and get meself a paid account *salivates at the idea of 100 icons*
Man! It shows that I finally had a realy meal for supper tonight. I think that dad and I are slowly but surely resurfacing. We paid most of what we owed so hopefully we won't get our electricty cut during winter. (it got cut a few weeks ago and it was terrible, terrible.) The human capacity to adapt never ceases to amaze me. I mean I would never have thought that having to contemplate a totally empty fridge would become the norm *shakes head* Dad said we'd probably be able to go grocery shopping this week. *crosses fingers*
A few weeks back my dad asked me to cut his long hair. His boss promised a salary raise. So I tied it in a ponytail and cut it. Then I ran to my bedroom and cried. My dad deserved so much more than this sucky life he hates. True, true, I get more than upset with him when he goes all caged lion on me muttering about "your mother who went to Europe to get f*cked" but it's really tough on him. Being asked by lawyers "What's your part in the raising of your children? Don't you think it's a little uncommon for your oldest daughter to have moved out so young?" really makes him angry and I just don't know what to tell him. I try not to tell him that I'm hungry, that my teeth hurt all the time and that I need new glasses because I can't read what the teachers write on the board anymore. I tell him "Wow! Look at that house dad! The man who lives there sure works hard, eh?" when we pass in front of our house in car.
How dya all like my new lj? It's still not exactly what I'd like but I guess I'll just wait 'till my birthday to get a credit card and get meself a paid account *salivates at the idea of 100 icons*
Man! It shows that I finally had a realy meal for supper tonight. I think that dad and I are slowly but surely resurfacing. We paid most of what we owed so hopefully we won't get our electricty cut during winter. (it got cut a few weeks ago and it was terrible, terrible.) The human capacity to adapt never ceases to amaze me. I mean I would never have thought that having to contemplate a totally empty fridge would become the norm *shakes head* Dad said we'd probably be able to go grocery shopping this week. *crosses fingers*
A few weeks back my dad asked me to cut his long hair. His boss promised a salary raise. So I tied it in a ponytail and cut it. Then I ran to my bedroom and cried. My dad deserved so much more than this sucky life he hates. True, true, I get more than upset with him when he goes all caged lion on me muttering about "your mother who went to Europe to get f*cked" but it's really tough on him. Being asked by lawyers "What's your part in the raising of your children? Don't you think it's a little uncommon for your oldest daughter to have moved out so young?" really makes him angry and I just don't know what to tell him. I try not to tell him that I'm hungry, that my teeth hurt all the time and that I need new glasses because I can't read what the teachers write on the board anymore. I tell him "Wow! Look at that house dad! The man who lives there sure works hard, eh?" when we pass in front of our house in car.
